The Humble Haggis

The haggis is a humble flightless bird, that lives upon a hill, To hunt the haggis you need to acquire, a certain hunting skill. Its hunting season is once a year, but once it has begun, They stalk the haggis stealthily and shoot it with a gun. The haggis is unusual, resting four feet on the ground, Shorter legs on one side, so its hill side balancing is sound. Beaters chase it round the hill head on, the haggis herded for the kill, As it tries to turn around, it rolls to the bottom of the hill. The haggis is now of balance, and in free fall to descend, Guns are waiting at the base, and the haggis meets its end. It has a tartan waste coat for camouflage, for safety as they graze, Its call is like a bagpipe, to find a mate in Scottish misty haze. Free range haggis is the best, and after it meets its Fate, It's served with neeps and tatties and piled up on a plate. And piper's play the haggis in, and with an address from Robbey Burns, They cut the haggis with a knife, and we receive our meal in turn.